I have just put Little I to bed, feeding her myself for the last time. Tomorrow I will drop the final feed and she will be put to bed with a bottle.
I know it is the right time as she fights with the boobies now instead of relaxing. I know it is my decision and a big part of me feels relief that I have done my job well for over 7mths and we are ready to move onto the next stage. Husband can start to be involved in bedtime more and I can actually get out of the house now and then.
But she is my last baby. So that was my last breastfeed ever. And I'm sad. Proper sad. Because I'll never experience that again. I'm not a breastfeeding fanatic, people should feed their babies however works for them. But it worked for me and I continued to grow my babies with my milk which made me incredibly happy despite it being extremely hard work at the start and very painful at times.
So whilst this time next week I'll be over the worst of the discomfort as my boobs realise they are no longer needed and I'll be feeling happy that this chapter has come to an end and I can finally sleep on my front, drink gin and wear underwired bras, tonight I will be unashamedly sad.